At the same time, in another luxurious mansion.
Inside the hall, there was an angry shout:
"Bitch, are you going to burn me to death?"
"Prince, please spare me, Prince, please spare me!"
A maidservant knelt on the ground in panic, kowtowed and begged for mercy repeatedly. At her feet was a broken teacup with tea spilled all over the floor, still steaming.
"This servant did not mean it, Your Highness...Ah!"
Kick him down.
Zong Zhengyu was extremely angry. He had been humiliated in Prince Chen's mansion during the day, and when he returned home he was even confronted by this clumsy maid. He even wanted to kill her.
Looking at the seat next to him, Prime Minister Gong was sitting upright, his hands tucked into his sleeves, his face calm and composed, like a Buddha:
"Prince, please be patient."
His long voice and leisurely tone made him seem exceptionally calm and composed. Compared to the prince's irritability, he seemed quite indifferent.
Zong Zhengyu shook his sleeves coldly, "How can I stay calm, Lord Gong?"
Her face was cold, and her voice was even colder: "Now, the King of Chen has jumped over my head and shown off his power. How can you expect me to stay calm?"
Wait until the day when Prince Chen takes away his position as crown prince?
How outrageous!
"During this southern tour, my father asked Prince Chen and Prince Li to go. He hasn't used me for a long time. He is too partial!"
If this continues, his position as crown prince might be in jeopardy.
Gong Zhenhong smiled calmly upon hearing this:
“Prince, the fact that the Emperor has been using Prince Chen all the time does not necessarily mean that he values him. Sometimes, the more you use him, the more likely you are to make mistakes. Once a mistake is made, all previous achievements will be overturned.”
The last sentence was spoken in a faint voice, as if it contained another layer of deep meaning.
He raised his head, looked at the prince, and said with a deep smile:
"The latest news is that the Emperor has asked Prince Chen to go on a southern tour. On the surface, it's an inspection, but in fact, he is asking him to find someone..."
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Chen Wang Mansion, small side courtyard.
The night was as peaceful as water. Inside the house, the candlelight emitted a warm orange glow, making the room cozy.
On the bed, the woman sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, her hands gently placed on her knees, and circulated the internal energy in her body according to the method taught by Jing Yi.
Jing Yi stood at one side, adding a few words from time to time and providing careful guidance.
Half an hour passed.
Qin Ye concentrated his energy on his dantian and slowly opened his eyes.
"How does it feel?" Jing Yi asked.
Qin Ye felt it for a while, and it seemed that there was no change in his body. "It seems... there is... a little numbness in my legs."
"???"
Sitting for too long, blood circulation is poor and my legs are numb.
With the slightest movement, the tingling sensation spread and I couldn't sit still anymore.
Jing Yi walked forward and held her arm. "You should practice the method I taught you for an hour every day, and then learn the Ice Skill. Practicing martial arts is not something that can be done in two or three days. It requires long-term accumulation."
After that, he added:
"Never give up just because there is no obvious change. A rope can saw through wood, and water can wear away a stone. It never happens overnight."
He taught patiently and encouraged, like a teacher who was worried that Qin Ye would not succeed.
There are ten levels in the Ice Art, and he taught her nine.
Qin Ye tilted his head.
I heard that the Ice Art is a top-grade martial art that has been lost in the martial arts world for more than three hundred years. Very few people know about it, but Jing Yi knows it so clearly.
"You... also know the Ice Technique?"
Jing Yi shook his head: "I can't."
"Then how do you know so clearly?"
"I……"